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Is This The Real Life, Or Is This Just Fantasy? free porn video
For those of you who like a little bit of fantasy in your lives, enjoy this story of the first time I was with my husband romantically.
It was a week that started out like any other. Red carpet premier on Monday, photo shoot on Tuesday, luncheon on Wednesday with Hollywood big wigs, filming to finish up Don’t Fall for Her on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Little did I know by the end of that week, my life would be turned upside down forever.
I guess it was about four years ago when I met Blaine. I met him on the set of a movie we were filming called Don’t Fall For Her. During the filming of this movie, I basically spent every waking moment of seven months of my life on the set with him. Six foot two, slender build, hypnotizing brown eyes, British accent. Just thinking about the way that man swept me into his arms and said “I’m yours, Baby” gives my whole body shivers right down to the bone. Now, the way we acted off set, that’s where the true sparks started to fly.
Due to the fact that Blaine and I were the two main characters in this movie, we spent a lot of time on and off screen together. Practicing lines, popping breath mints between takes, going out to lunches and dinners to discuss the script, learning how to passionately kiss without making it look too Hollywood.
That part was not that far of a stretch for me, for what I began feeling deep inside my soul went way beyond the screen. There are very few other people I connected with the way I started connecting with Blaine. Something told me he was starting to feel the same way – perhaps it was the look in his eyes after we finished our kissing scenes.
I can still feel his hands on my skin the night he changed my life; gives me goose bumps just thinking about the way he makes my body quiver with pleasure.
I remember how late we ended up staying on scene to finish up the night it happened. Like, two in the morning late. I called Jay (who is my best friend) to let him know I was going to stay at Blaine’s house since we were both going to have to be here at the crack of dawn and I was in no shape to drive home.
I always call Jay when I’m not coming home; he tends to be a worrywart. He may not be my husband, but he likes to make sure that the Bogyman hasn’t snatched me up. Sometimes I feel like he’s too protective, other times I’m thankful someone cares.
‘Hey Jay, I’m going to stay at Blaine’s tonight. I’m not in any shape to drive, and we both have to be on set tomorrow at 8AM.’
I calmly stand there and await his response as the phone goes deafening silent.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Mac.”
I let out a half hearted chuckle as Blaine sneaks up behind me, takes his hands and puts them on either side of my mid section and begins to tickle me. I playfully push him away as I attempt to finish the conversation.
‘I’m too tired to even consider doing anything you would do. Have a great night, Jay.’
I close my phone and look over at Blaine, who is half asleep, thinking to myself its way too late for him to be tickling me. I roll my eyes as I shove the phone in my bra.
‘I might have to kill you if you continue to tickle me.’
Mocking me, Blaine jumps back and throws his hands up in the air.
“Ooo… Feisty”
Blaine and I hang behind until everybody clears the set to lock up the studio. After everybody has cleared out of the studio and I make one more sweep of the place, I walk out of the backdoor of the studio and turn around to lock it as Blaine heads towards the exit of the dark studio.
“I’ll pull it around front so you don’t have to walk a long ways, Mac.”
He opens the door and walks out into the nearly deserted parking lot, turning back only long enough to give me half a smile. Although I am tired and ready to get out of here, I feel my heart flutter a bit as I hear him say those words in that sexy British accent.
‘That’s very thoughtful of you, B. Thanks.’
I sit down on the steps, and start to unstrap my high-heeled shoes as I notice the bright headlights flooding my eyes with light. I glance up, get up off the steps, grab my shoes, and walk down the stairs as he pulls up to the back door of the studio.
I open up the door to his car and throw my shoes onto the floorboards of his front seat as I look in the car. I smile at Blaine as he stares at my shoes on the floor and looks at me. He shakes his head at me and chuckles.
“Why did you take your shoes off, Mac? Can’t even wait till we get to my house to get undressed?”
I glance up at him just long enough to notice him staring at my breasts as I bend over. I glance away from him, pull my shirt up and shrug as I crawl into his car.
‘Oh, it’s just a habit.’
I put my seatbelt on and prop my feet up on his dashboard and look over at him.
“So, you always take your shoes off when you get in the car?”
I look up at my bare feet and pause for a second as I take my feet of the dash.
‘Yeah.’
Judging by the way he’s starting to look at me, I think he can sense the shame in my voice. I look over at him as I take in a deep breath and begin to elaborate.
‘Desi (my ex husband) always made me take my shoes off when I got in the car so I wouldn’t fuck up his interior. Sometimes I wonder if he cared more about that car then he cared about me.’
I let an uncomfortable laugh out as I look back down at my feet. Blaine says nothing, just leans his head back, as if understanding why it turned out the way it did between Desi and I. After a few seconds of silence, Blaine cocks his head to the side, looking over at me.
“Sounds like a keeper.”
He looks back in front of him, and rolls his eyes as he throws the car into drive and we take off down the road of no return.
As we approach the first red light, I notice Blaine’s head starting to bob back and forth, as if trying to keep from nodding off. Blaine shakes his head and reaches for the radio dial.
Noticing how masculine his fingers are as he turns the knob on the radio, I jolt out of my seat when the sound comes through the speakers full blast and the person belting out those lyrics is none other then myself.
I’m stronger then I ever thought I could be
Seeing more then I ever thought I could see
Breathing deeper then I ever thought I could breathe
Seeing clearer then I ever thought I could see
I’m stronger
Yes, I’m stronger…
Both of us jump back in our seats as the light turns green. Blaine reaches to shut the radio off and glances over at me, eyes wide. I shrug my shoulders, holding back laughter as he steps on the gas.
‘Hey, at least that radio station has good taste in musical artists!’
Blaine laughs and looks over at me.
“I guess we’re both bloody awake now!”
The way the word “bloody” rolls off his lips turns me on for some reason. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Maybe the tension that has been building between us is finally starting to show itself. Maybe it’s the accent. Not sure what it is, but something is telling me tonight is going to be one of the most memorable nights of our lives, one we both will never forget.
We begin to laugh hysterically, as if the lack of sleep has caused our sanity to slip. Between the laughing and enjoying Blaine’s company, I really have caught my second wind by now. Judging by the way Blaine is acting by the time we pull into his drive, he’s beginning to catch his second wind too.
I pull my shirt up one last time as I bend down to grab my shoes. By the time I have gotten everything gathered from inside his car, Blaine has already opened my door and is on the way to unlock the front door.
It’s nice to have somebody open the door for me for a change. Normally I’m always the one grabbing the knob and ending up being the doormat. The only other guy I can remember opening the door for me is Jay.
By the time I make it up the stairs into his house, Blaine has already thrown his keys on the coffee table, so I place my purse by them and place my shoes by the door as I look over as him. I shake my head when I discover he has somehow taken his shirt off without me noticing.
I admire him from a distance, looking at all the dark, coarse hair that runs the course of his body. (Body hair is a weakness of mine, just thought I would throw that out into the universe.) Just the sight of his buff body is enough to make me forget how tired I am.
Right as I start to trance out, Blaine turns his head in my direction and catches me staring at him. Still in a hypnotic state, I can see him look down at his abs, then take his left hand and run his fingers over them. The sight of his fingers grazing his body hair is enough to snap me out of my trance. Coyly, he glances over at me.
“Sorry - I’m not used to having females in the house. You’re lucky I kept my pants on.”
We both laugh as I sit down on the couch. He starts to run his fingers through his messy hair, making me wish it were I running my fingers through that thick, beautiful hair.
I clear my throat slightly as I reach down and pull my mid calf length dress up and start taking off my knee-high hose. I smile at him as I take the hose off and playfully throw it over in his direction.
‘Are you sure I’m lucky?’
His belt has been undone and thrown on the floor by now, which is no surprise to me. After all, he did say he wasn‘t used to having females in the house.
He catches my hose, comes and sits next to me as I start to take off my other hose. He starts to fiddle with the hose, slowly moving it in between his fingers, letting it d**** over his pinky. I can feel his eyes clocking my now naked leg. A tension so thick you could cut it with a knife fills the room as I pull the other knee high off and set it on the floor.
I pause for a second and look over at Blaine. Those brown eyes are causing my heart to beat so fast I can almost feel myself start to pant. An eerie silence takes over both of us. I feel like he wants to ask me something, wants to do something, but he has no idea how to do or say it.
I see him start to clench the fist with the hose in it, as if resisting temptation. He makes a face of pure frustration as he flies up from the couch, throws my hose on the floor, and heads into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Perhaps we both need some cooling down as the temperature starts to rise in the room.
I get up off the couch and shadow him into the kitchen. I can tell by the way he’s acting something is up. He’s never acted like this before. He’s usually so comfortable with me, as I am with him, but tonight all I can feel is tension flowing through the air.
As he starts to pour himself a glass of water, I come up behind him and gently touch his shoulder, then slowly drag my hand down to his bicep. Rock solid. I give it a gentle, comforting squeeze, perhaps, teasing him a bit. I can feel my breathing already getting heavier as his hands begin to shake. He quickly slams the pitcher of water on the counter, trying to ignore the touch of my hand.
After I refuse to remove my hand from his bicep, he flips around and looks me in the eyes. The sudden movement startles me so I loosen my grip, but my hand remains on his bicep. I can feel it start to tense up a bit. He takes the backs of his fingers and runs them over my left cheek.
I can feel it coming. I can feel the tension growing. I can feel my heart racing as I stare deep into those eyes. I let out a huge sigh as I open my mouth to speak.
‘What’s wrong, Blaine?’
I can hear my voice quiver and crack as those words escape my mouth. He gently pushes me out of the way as he heads to the couch and sits down. He starts to rub one of his hands over his face as I stand in the kitchen and watch him. He looks over at me as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, causing Blaine to quickly look away. He takes his hand and starts to rub his eyes, and looks back over at me. As if the rubbing would cause the reality to fade away. The truth is I want him to see more, feel more, do more. I’m not quite sure how to tell him, so I keep my mouth shut.
I pull my tank top up as I bend over and pick my dress up off the floor, pull my shorts out of my crack, and start to walk towards the couch. (What, surprised I have underclothes on? I’m an actress - not a whore!) I glide my hand over the back of the leather recliner as I d**** my dress there. I continue to walk towards Blaine on the couch, finding myself clinching my fist just as hard as he was earlier.
Looking over in his general direction I sit down on the couch and put one foot up on the coffee table. I run my hand down over my calf and down to my foot. After the long day of shooting in six-inch stilettos, it feels nice to have my feet on a solid surface.
I pull my foot off the coffee table and let it hit the ground as I pull my other foot up onto the table. I can feel Blaine’s eyes clocking my legs again. Apparently he has a weakness for legs, which is something I’m not lacking. I stop rubbing my leg and take it down off the coffee table. With my head tilted towards my chest, I look over at Blaine only partially turning my head and moving my eyes in his direction. I can feel my tired bones begin to settle into his couch.
Our eyes lock, causing me to become entranced in his eyes. He stares back at me, which causes the already tense air between us to become thicker and thicker. Wanting to get a better view into those eyes, I slowly bring my chin up and stare deep into them. I can see the embers of questions burning deep inside those eyes, just waiting to be answered.
He turns to face me and places his right foot on the couch, under his butt. I start to notice his eyes have broken away from mine and have started jetting all over my face, as if noticing my every flaw. My hair, being the mess that it is, is beginning to fall in my face, so I brush it behind my ear and wipe my weary eyes.
(I give my eyes one more good wipe as not to wake myself up, Blaine has done a good job of that already, but to make sure I have no intruders of the eye boogie kind.)
After a few seconds I slowly start to move my hands from my face to my thigh. I feel my hair start to fall back onto my face; however, this time before I have a chance to Blaine gently takes his hand and brushes my hair back behind my ear. His hand lingers on my cheek for a second, and then he takes his hand off my face and places it in his lap. I can feel the questions burning deep in his heart as he begins to speak.
“Mac, do you ever think about us?”
I can tell by the way his voice quivers he’s as scared to hear the answer to that question as I am of answering it. I squint my eyes and break away from looking into his, only to be drawn back in; like a moth to a flame. I swallow hard as I begin to speak.
‘Do you mean romantically?’
I move one of my hands from my thigh onto his. Somehow I’ve missed the removing of his pants, and my hand lands on his bare knee. I look down to see my hand on his hairy knee, his flesh right underneath the tips of my fingers. I shake my head as my mind starts to cloud a bit. Blaine draws in a deep breath and begins to answer one of many questions lingering on this mind of mine.
“That’s exactly what I mean, Mac. You know, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I’ve been starting to develop these feelings for you; and these feelings I can’t quite describe properly.”
He takes my hand off his thigh, and takes both of my hands, one in either of his, interlacing his fingers with mine as he continues to speak.
“I wonder sometimes if I’m going crazy.”
He pauses for a second as he looks down at my hand and begins to runs his fingers over my unpolished fingernails.
“Is it the lack of sleep, lack of girlfriend, lack of feeling like I belong, all of the above?”
I take in a deep breath as I pull one of my hands away from his. This brings a look of defeat to his eyes. I slowly bring my hand up to his cheek, trembling with passion. I can feel the stubble starting to grow in underneath my fingertips, guess it’s been a longer day then either one of us have realized. I close my eyes, and open my mouth to speak.
‘Well if you’re crazy, then it must be contagious.’
I let out an awkward laugh and as he moves his hand from his thigh to on top of my hand.
‘I’ve been having feelings like that for a while.’
I pause for a second as the grip of his hand on my fingers becomes slightly tighter.
‘At first I wasn’t sure why. Even after hearing you say that, I’m still wondering if I’m crazy. All that I know is what I’m starting to feel for you is starting to confuse me.’
He looks me over as I am sitting here, not believing the words that are coming out of either one of our mouths. I let out a heavy sigh.
‘Honestly, Blaine, I’m relieved that all of this has come out in the open.’
I bite my bottom lip as I look away from his eyes for just a split second, trying to fool myself into thinking that maybe, just maybe this is the time I will be able to resist the temptation of looking back into those beautiful brown eyes. Thus my escape strategy fails, and I end up sucked right back in. I notice Blaine’s tongue jet out of his mouth and slightly graze his lips as he begins to speak.
“Well, Mac, there’s only one way to find out for sure how we feel for each other”
Our hands become intertwined again as he runs his free hand up and down my thigh.
My mouth drops open a bit, knowing exactly what he means by the look in his eyes. Trying not to make this obvious, I can feel my voice cracking as I speak.
‘What do you mean?’
I can feel the chills going up and down my spine, jolting through my entire body just from the grazing of his fingers up and down my thigh. I can feel his hand slipping underneath my shorts, gently grabbing my upper thigh as he cocks his head to one side. It’s amazing how with one touch of his fingers on my thigh I can already feel myself start to get wet.
The tension that filled the air earlier is starting to slowly turn into passion as I look deep into his eyes again, seeing a certain something ignite in them as he removes his hand from under my shorts and continues grazing my upper thigh.
“We can take this as slow or as fast as you want, Mac. If we start this and you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll stop. We just need to explore these feelings so we can figure things out.”
I feel my eyes start to flutter as he leans in to kiss me. He misses my mouth at first, which is just a reminder of how tired we really are. As he moves his lips from right below my lips onto them, I close my eyes and passionately kiss him back. A different kind of feeling takes over my body then every time I have kissed him before. This kiss is much less Hollywood, much more real life.
By now his hands have moved from my thigh to under my shirt, gliding all over my back. I can feel him fiddling with my sports bra as I feel his tongue slowly slip into my mouth. After what feels like an eternity of kissing, rubbing and groping he pulls away from my lips. He moves his hands from underneath my shirt and cuffs my face with them, staring deep into my eyes. I’m sure he can feel me shaking with every touch of his hand.
“You okay so far?”
He asks me, bumping his face right up against mine. So different, Blaine is. So caring, so gentle, wanting to make sure I’m okay.
Instead of speaking, because at this point any words that came out of my mouth would be incoherent, I shoot him a devilish smile before thrusting myself onto his lips for another round of tonsil hockey. He moves his foot onto the floor as he gently wraps one of his arms around me.
He slowly starts to lower me to the couch, being careful to take his time and make sure I’m comfortable. I can feel my back start to curl up towards Blaine, trying to push my body as close to his as humanly possible. My hands start to wander all up and down his back. At this point the shakes are uncontrollable. It’s hard to determine if it’s him or me shaking as if our bodies have merged into one.
He pulls away again and starts to caress my neck. I let out an audible moan. He pauses for a second, apparently loving the sound of me moaning, and places his hands under my shirt as he continues to kiss my neck, and lightly grabs one of my breasts through the sports bra. I let out another moan, this one slightly louder then the first one, causing him to squeeze my breast even harder as I fall deeper and deeper into his kiss.
He moves his hand back down to my stomach as he stops kissing my neck. Our eyes lock as his hand slips under my bra. Never losing eye contact I start to breath heavier as he pulls my breasts out of the bra.
Straddling me on the couch, I notice his dick is hard at this point. I reach out with one of my hands to play with the bulge through his shorts. He quickly but gently pushes my hand down onto the couch, takes my top, as well as my bra, completely off in one fatal swoop. He begins massaging my breasts as I feel my heart about to beat out of my chest.
He moves his body further down the couch and moves so he is no longer straddling me. I let one of my legs dangle off the couch as he wedges himself in between my leg and the other one.
He closes his eyes and slowly lets his tongue drag from my naval to in-between my breasts while his hands are busy massaging them. Then he comes back up to kiss me and starts to pull on my left nipple. As he does this I playfully bite his lip and let out a yelp. I can feel my body temperature climbing higher and higher as he rubs my breasts harder and harder.
We lock eyes as he slowly moves his hands from my breasts down to my thighs, his fingertips exploring my every curve. I spread my legs and allow his wandering hands to begin to visit the forbidden wings of my temple.
With a firm grip on either side of my shorts, he begins to pull them down toward the edge of the couch. I lift my ass up off the couch as his fingers drag across the sides of my panties and upper thighs until my shorts end up pulled off and in his hand. I lower myself back down on the couch and readjust. He takes the shorts and drops them on the ground right as his tongue starts to run up and down my stomach.
He allows his tongue to do more exploring all over my stomach, and in between my breasts. He draws his tongue back into his mouth for a second to get it wet, and then drags it over my stomach again, up to my breasts, allowing it to land on my right areola.
My breathing becomes heavier and deeper as I feel one of his hands run up and down my inner thigh, playing with my panties. He wraps the band around his finger as he enjoys sucking on my nipple. I’m sure he can feel and hear my heart about to pound right out of my chest as he blows on my nipple, causing very noticeable goose bumps to appear on my body, and my nipple to become erect.
He licks my nipple one more time before his fingers slowly begin to remove my panties. My body starts to tremble as I move my feet out of the panties and watch him toss them on the floor.
The last bit of clothing that lingers on either of our bodies is his blue and white striped boxers he has on, but won’t let me remove. I watch my panties as they land near my shorts on the floor. I bite my lip and start to giggle a bit, actually feeling nervous about laying here completely nude in front of Blaine.
Without any further distractions, Blaine grabs me up off the couch. I start to wrap my legs around his waist as he passionately kisses me all the way around the couch, through the living room, and up the stairs, making our final destination the bedroom. Without either one of us saying a word, Blaine lays me down in the center of the bed.
I draw in a deep breath with much anticipation of learning what it feels like to have him all over my body.
The feeling of his hot breath on my inner thigh heightens the mood as he drags his tongue up and down my inner thighs. By the way he is looking up at me while doing so he knows just as well as I do he is teasing me with every swipe.
His tongue finally makes its way from my thigh up to the front of my freshly shaven pussy. He moves his tongue from the front of my pussy and trails up my stomach, up over my breasts to my nipple, up my neck and finally makes its way back to my mouth. Kissing me harder and stronger then previous, he lets his hand start to make its way down my thighs and stomach, exploring my every curve.
He moves his hands from my inner thigh to the outside of my pussy lips, running his slightly cold fingers up and down my slit, making me hotter and wetter with anticipation. He rolls his fingers over my clit one more time before allowing the tips of his fingers to gently enter my glory hole.
I buck and start to moan as he looks up at me. He stops moving his fingers and takes them out of my wet hole for a second, and raises an eyebrow at me. I look back down at him, wondering why he must stop now.
“You alright, Mac?”
He lets his fingers linger right outside my hole as he says this. He lowers his eyebrows as mine rise at his question.
‘Do I seem like I’m alright? I know you can tell my pussy’s wet.’
I lower my eyebrow as I notice a smirk coming over his face. He grabs me by the thighs and pulls me closer to him, allowing his fingers to go deeper inside me. I close my eyes and buck again. No sooner had I done this he gently takes his free hand and pushes me towards the bed, trying to keep me from bucking.
The faster and harder his fingers move inside me, the faster and harder I start panting. I let out a squeal as I feel my body start to approach my moment of glory. Right before I cum, Blaine pulls his fingers out of me, grabs me by the thighs and backs up towards the edge of the bed. After he puts his feet on the ground he pulls me close to the edge, kissing me all the way down my chest, stomach and thighs, until his tongue lands in my slit.
I let my feet dangle over either one of his shoulders as he begins to eat me out. I can feel my body tense up as he starts to harden and soften his tongue in my slit. He flutters his tongue over my clitoris, which sends me into an uncontrollable state of panting and moaning.
I move my feet from his shoulders to up in the air. I take my legs and spread them open as far as I can as I move closer to the edge of the bed. This sends a different kind of sensation all through my body as he sticks his tongue deep inside my hole.
The harder I pant and louder I moan, the faster his tongue goes and the more tricks he pulls out from his nonexistent sleeves. I can feel his tongue slowly come out of my hole and up to my clitoris.
I close my mouth for a second and swallow hard as I feel his middle finger make its way into my tight hole. I feel my body wanting to buck, so I keep myself on the bed as I feel my hole close around his fingers.
He continues to move his tongue back and forth over my clit, in synch with his fingers, making me crazier with every motion. Harder and harder I pant, faster and faster he goes until I’m ready to lose my mind.
Right before I cum, I motion for him to stop. He looks up at me, slightly confused as to why I would choose to forfeit at this point in the game. He puts his tongue back in his mouth and pulls his fingers out of me, and gazes up into my eyes.
“Is everything alright, Mac?”
I laugh uncomfortably as I try to catch my breath to form words.
‘Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just about to cum.’
Blaine cocks his head to one side as he runs his hands over my inner thigh.
“What’s keeping you from doing so?”
I can feel my cheeks start to blush as I look down at him.
‘I don’t want to do it in your mouth! That’s not polite!’
He shakes his head at me as he puts his fingers back into my hole.
“Fuck polite!”
He starts to run his tongue back over my clit and speed his fingers up inside me. I can feel myself wrapping even tighter around his fingers as I start to moan and pant again. I look down at him as he looks up at me and I buck up on the bed, squealing and moaning as my moment comes.
After my moment passes I fall limp on the bed, completely speechless and unable to move. He moves his fingers a couple more times inside of me, then removes them from me. He moves his tongue from my clit to deep inside my hole, as if trying to sop up every trace of juice left inside my body.
Blaine starts to slowly move his head up my body. He looks me in the eyes, then closes his eyes and kisses me. I take my fingers and run the through his hair as he kisses me hard. He stops for a second and looks me in the eyes again as I start to catch my breath.
“How did that feel?”
By this point Blaine has started to pant as well. I stare back deep into his eyes, trying to find a way to get my mouth to say what my brain is trying to convey, although I’m sure by the look in my eyes he already knows the answer to that question. My heartbeat starts to slow down slightly as I muster up enough courage to speak.
‘No one has ever made me cum that hard before.’
My voice is shaky as those last words fly off the tip of my tongue. I scoot back up onto the center of the bed as Blaine crawls up on top of me.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
A different kind of look shows up in Blaine’s eyes that I have never seen before. He crawls off top of me and begins to play with the waistband of his boxers. I take in a deep breath as Blaine starts to tease me by pulling his boxers down slowly.
I bite my lip and watch his boxers as he starts to pull the waistband down. Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting all night for. As he folds the fabric down and begins to reveal his happy trail, I become impatient.
‘Here, Blaine, let me help you with those.’
I sit up and jerk his boxers down to the bed, his erect shaft nearly hitting me in the face as it pops out of its hiding place.
Blaine’s eyes become wide as he falls onto the bed, sticking his feet in my direction as I grab his boxers and pull them off and run my hands over his hairy legs, turning me on to the point of no return. He kneels onto the bed as I throw his boxers on the floor, he laughs at me as I grab hold of his shaft.
“Why don’t you tell me what you really want, Mac?”
The laughter quickly turns to moans as I grab his shaft tighter and start moving my hand up and down.
‘Why must I tell you, can’t I show you?’
Without waiting for an answer I grab his massive shaft and start pleasuring him as he has done to me. By the way he is closing his eyes and beginning to pant, I can tell he is enjoying the feeling of my hand on his cock almost as much as I am enjoying the feeling of his cock in my hand.
I scoot myself down the bed to get my face near his massive shaft. Blaine also readjusts, making it easier for both of us to do what we want to do. I look up at him and grab a hold of his shaft again, and start stroking it towards my face. I allow my mouth to come open slightly as he reaches down and starts running his fingers through my hair. I move my head down towards his shaft again as I continue to jerk him off. I begin to run my tongue over the tip of his massive shaft, causing it to throb as I do so. I take one more lick of the tip of his shaft before I look back up at him.
‘Time to get this party started, huh?’
Before I even get an answer I place the tip of his cock into my mouth and wrap my lips around it. I allow my tongue to escape my mouth while I go up and down on his massive shaft, licking while I suck on it. The grip he has on my hair becomes tighter and tighter as I try to please him harder and harder.
I can feel my pussy becoming even moister from excitement as he gently tugs on my hair and I look up into his eyes with his cock in my mouth. I take my hand and place it in between his legs. Blaine readjusts as I do this, allowing me the perfect amount of space to get to his balls. I go in for a deep throat as I gently grab his balls, causing him to start moaning.
I love the sound of him moaning. I love making him moan, hearing him moan, watching his facial expressions while he moans. Everything about the way he moans makes me hot. Before I am able to fully please him, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and throws me face up on the bed. I wipe my mouth off right before he starts to kiss me.
I move one of my hands up to his hair and start running my fingers through it while one of his hands starts to wander in between my legs. I love the feeling of his hands lingering on my body.
He never loses eye contact with me as he moves his hand from my pussy and grabs my leg. He takes my leg and throws it over his shoulder as he strokes his massive cock. He briefly looks down at my pussy only long enough to guide his shaft to it.
He moves his cock all over my pussy lips and inner thigh, finally making its way to my clitoris. My pussy is throbbing beyond control at this point as he continues to rub the tip of his shaft on my clit.
With each stroke he moves his cock closer and closer to my hole, until he is about to enter me. He rests his cock right at the entrance of my hole, looking deep into my eyes.
“Mac, are you ready for this?”
I stare at him, unable to catch my breath for a second. Then, without any hesitation, I swallow and draw in a deep breath.
‘Ready as I’ll ever be.’
He gently glides his shaft deep inside my wet pussy. This moment is better then I ever thought it would be. The feeling of my tight glory hole wrapping around his massive shaft while he beings to move faster and thrusting deeper inside me is more then I can handle. I being to buck again and moan as he places his hand on one of my breasts.
My moans turn to grunts as I throw my head back and let out a scream that I’m sure has awaken every stray dog in the neighborhood. I gain composure back as he begins to speed up his thrusting. Back and forth, deeper and deeper inside me as I being moaning again.
He slows down his thrusts and makes his movements more profound. He moves his cock deep inside me, and then pulls it slowly back out. The way that cock feels going in and out of my pussy is indescribable. I try to keep my moans to a minimum as he goes even deeper inside my pussy. I can feel my pussy throb again as I cum.
Blaine pulls out of me right as he grabs my leg and drags his tongue all over it. He brings his tongue back into his mouth only long enough to wet it, and starts licking from my calf down to my feet. I wiggle my toes a little bit and keep myself from giggling as he runs his tongue over my toes.
He slightly pushes me away from him, grabs me by the hips and flips me over so I am on my stomach. I peer at him over my shoulder as I catch him eyeing the winged tattoo in the middle of my lower back. After getting me in the position he wants, he gently runs his fingers over my lower back and grabs my buttcheek.
“Mmmm, I like it decorated.”
He brings his mouth to my ass and begins to lick my cheeks as I giggle a bit. He playfully bites my ass and spanks me as he licks his way all the way up to my ear.
“Put that ass in the air for me.”
I look back at him as he slithers his way back down my body. I look back as I scoot my ass in the air, watching him lick his hand and stroke his massive rod. I curl my back and grab my breasts as my elbows support my weight on the bed.
I let my breasts go as I feel Blaine slip his glory stick back inside my snatch. My hands start to claw at the bed as I start to rock my body in synch with his. I never knew it was it was possible for a man to get that deep inside me. After a few seconds we both start to pant as I look back at him. I’m starting to notice the beads of sweat forming on his face, which turns me on beyond belief. I bite my lips as he starts to stare at my tattoo again. I move head to shake my hair out of my face as I let out a light moan.
‘I gotta give you something to stare at while you’re fucking me.’
He starts to moan as I lean my body up against his with my back flat against his stomach. He starts to kiss my neck as he speeds his thrusts up even more, causing me to squeal as he grabs my breasts.
After gently biting my neck he moves his hands from my breasts to my stomach, letting them trail around to my back. He gently pushes my face down towards the bed as his hands find their way back to my hips. He begins to pull my hips closer to his, then gently pushes me away. As I begin to get in synch with his movements again, he moves one of his hands from my hips to my ass. I moan as he gives my cheek a big squeeze.
I can feel my pussy tighten up again as I cum. I let my pussy tighten around his cock as he rears his hand back and smacks my ass. The moment his hand makes contact with my flesh again I let out I fierce moan and start to claw at the bed.
Caught up in the euphoria of the feelings he is making my body feel, I loosen my grip on the bed as he continues to ram his shaft deep inside my hole. Having no control of the next sentence coming out of my mouth, I moan.
‘Fucking spank me, Blaine. I’ve been a naughty little girl.’
Not even believing what just came out of my mouth, I feel Blaine rear his hand back a little further, and give my ass another good smack. The sweat that was on his face earlier drips down onto my lower back as I realize I, too, am in a pool of sweat. He continues to spank me as I feel his body start to tense up, he lets out a couple moans as he pulls out of my pussy.
“I’m cumming.”
I quickly flip myself around and look him in the eyes as I move my head down towards his cock. I take my hand and tightly squeeze his shaft as I feel it start to pulsate. I loosen up my grip as I feel the hot, creamy liquid shoot into my mouth. I think I’m enjoying the taste of his glory almost as much as he is enjoying the feeling my pussy has just caused him.
I let my hand drop down onto the bed as I look deep into his eyes. He seems a bit stunned by what just transpired, as am I. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he crawls down on the bed to kiss me.
He stops kissing me as I flip myself onto my side and stare deep into his eyes as we both come down off our highs. I wish I could find the correct words to describe what it feels like staring into the eyes laying next to you and knowing this is where you belong.
I grab the sheet and pull it up over both of us. Blaine takes his hand and moves my hair out of my face as I feel myself start to drift off into much needed sleep.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly how we met. But a girl can dream, right?
XO, Mac
It was a week that started out like any other. Red carpet premier on Monday, photo shoot on Tuesday, luncheon on Wednesday with Hollywood big wigs, filming to finish up Don’t Fall for Her on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Little did I know by the end of that week, my life would be turned upside down forever.
I guess it was about four years ago when I met Blaine. I met him on the set of a movie we were filming called Don’t Fall For Her. During the filming of this movie, I basically spent every waking moment of seven months of my life on the set with him. Six foot two, slender build, hypnotizing brown eyes, British accent. Just thinking about the way that man swept me into his arms and said “I’m yours, Baby” gives my whole body shivers right down to the bone. Now, the way we acted off set, that’s where the true sparks started to fly.
Due to the fact that Blaine and I were the two main characters in this movie, we spent a lot of time on and off screen together. Practicing lines, popping breath mints between takes, going out to lunches and dinners to discuss the script, learning how to passionately kiss without making it look too Hollywood.
That part was not that far of a stretch for me, for what I began feeling deep inside my soul went way beyond the screen. There are very few other people I connected with the way I started connecting with Blaine. Something told me he was starting to feel the same way – perhaps it was the look in his eyes after we finished our kissing scenes.
I can still feel his hands on my skin the night he changed my life; gives me goose bumps just thinking about the way he makes my body quiver with pleasure.
I remember how late we ended up staying on scene to finish up the night it happened. Like, two in the morning late. I called Jay (who is my best friend) to let him know I was going to stay at Blaine’s house since we were both going to have to be here at the crack of dawn and I was in no shape to drive home.
I always call Jay when I’m not coming home; he tends to be a worrywart. He may not be my husband, but he likes to make sure that the Bogyman hasn’t snatched me up. Sometimes I feel like he’s too protective, other times I’m thankful someone cares.
‘Hey Jay, I’m going to stay at Blaine’s tonight. I’m not in any shape to drive, and we both have to be on set tomorrow at 8AM.’
I calmly stand there and await his response as the phone goes deafening silent.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Mac.”
I let out a half hearted chuckle as Blaine sneaks up behind me, takes his hands and puts them on either side of my mid section and begins to tickle me. I playfully push him away as I attempt to finish the conversation.
‘I’m too tired to even consider doing anything you would do. Have a great night, Jay.’
I close my phone and look over at Blaine, who is half asleep, thinking to myself its way too late for him to be tickling me. I roll my eyes as I shove the phone in my bra.
‘I might have to kill you if you continue to tickle me.’
Mocking me, Blaine jumps back and throws his hands up in the air.
“Ooo… Feisty”
Blaine and I hang behind until everybody clears the set to lock up the studio. After everybody has cleared out of the studio and I make one more sweep of the place, I walk out of the backdoor of the studio and turn around to lock it as Blaine heads towards the exit of the dark studio.
“I’ll pull it around front so you don’t have to walk a long ways, Mac.”
He opens the door and walks out into the nearly deserted parking lot, turning back only long enough to give me half a smile. Although I am tired and ready to get out of here, I feel my heart flutter a bit as I hear him say those words in that sexy British accent.
‘That’s very thoughtful of you, B. Thanks.’
I sit down on the steps, and start to unstrap my high-heeled shoes as I notice the bright headlights flooding my eyes with light. I glance up, get up off the steps, grab my shoes, and walk down the stairs as he pulls up to the back door of the studio.
I open up the door to his car and throw my shoes onto the floorboards of his front seat as I look in the car. I smile at Blaine as he stares at my shoes on the floor and looks at me. He shakes his head at me and chuckles.
“Why did you take your shoes off, Mac? Can’t even wait till we get to my house to get undressed?”
I glance up at him just long enough to notice him staring at my breasts as I bend over. I glance away from him, pull my shirt up and shrug as I crawl into his car.
‘Oh, it’s just a habit.’
I put my seatbelt on and prop my feet up on his dashboard and look over at him.
“So, you always take your shoes off when you get in the car?”
I look up at my bare feet and pause for a second as I take my feet of the dash.
‘Yeah.’
Judging by the way he’s starting to look at me, I think he can sense the shame in my voice. I look over at him as I take in a deep breath and begin to elaborate.
‘Desi (my ex husband) always made me take my shoes off when I got in the car so I wouldn’t fuck up his interior. Sometimes I wonder if he cared more about that car then he cared about me.’
I let an uncomfortable laugh out as I look back down at my feet. Blaine says nothing, just leans his head back, as if understanding why it turned out the way it did between Desi and I. After a few seconds of silence, Blaine cocks his head to the side, looking over at me.
“Sounds like a keeper.”
He looks back in front of him, and rolls his eyes as he throws the car into drive and we take off down the road of no return.
As we approach the first red light, I notice Blaine’s head starting to bob back and forth, as if trying to keep from nodding off. Blaine shakes his head and reaches for the radio dial.
Noticing how masculine his fingers are as he turns the knob on the radio, I jolt out of my seat when the sound comes through the speakers full blast and the person belting out those lyrics is none other then myself.
I’m stronger then I ever thought I could be
Seeing more then I ever thought I could see
Breathing deeper then I ever thought I could breathe
Seeing clearer then I ever thought I could see
I’m stronger
Yes, I’m stronger…
Both of us jump back in our seats as the light turns green. Blaine reaches to shut the radio off and glances over at me, eyes wide. I shrug my shoulders, holding back laughter as he steps on the gas.
‘Hey, at least that radio station has good taste in musical artists!’
Blaine laughs and looks over at me.
“I guess we’re both bloody awake now!”
The way the word “bloody” rolls off his lips turns me on for some reason. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Maybe the tension that has been building between us is finally starting to show itself. Maybe it’s the accent. Not sure what it is, but something is telling me tonight is going to be one of the most memorable nights of our lives, one we both will never forget.
We begin to laugh hysterically, as if the lack of sleep has caused our sanity to slip. Between the laughing and enjoying Blaine’s company, I really have caught my second wind by now. Judging by the way Blaine is acting by the time we pull into his drive, he’s beginning to catch his second wind too.
I pull my shirt up one last time as I bend down to grab my shoes. By the time I have gotten everything gathered from inside his car, Blaine has already opened my door and is on the way to unlock the front door.
It’s nice to have somebody open the door for me for a change. Normally I’m always the one grabbing the knob and ending up being the doormat. The only other guy I can remember opening the door for me is Jay.
By the time I make it up the stairs into his house, Blaine has already thrown his keys on the coffee table, so I place my purse by them and place my shoes by the door as I look over as him. I shake my head when I discover he has somehow taken his shirt off without me noticing.
I admire him from a distance, looking at all the dark, coarse hair that runs the course of his body. (Body hair is a weakness of mine, just thought I would throw that out into the universe.) Just the sight of his buff body is enough to make me forget how tired I am.
Right as I start to trance out, Blaine turns his head in my direction and catches me staring at him. Still in a hypnotic state, I can see him look down at his abs, then take his left hand and run his fingers over them. The sight of his fingers grazing his body hair is enough to snap me out of my trance. Coyly, he glances over at me.
“Sorry - I’m not used to having females in the house. You’re lucky I kept my pants on.”
We both laugh as I sit down on the couch. He starts to run his fingers through his messy hair, making me wish it were I running my fingers through that thick, beautiful hair.
I clear my throat slightly as I reach down and pull my mid calf length dress up and start taking off my knee-high hose. I smile at him as I take the hose off and playfully throw it over in his direction.
‘Are you sure I’m lucky?’
His belt has been undone and thrown on the floor by now, which is no surprise to me. After all, he did say he wasn‘t used to having females in the house.
He catches my hose, comes and sits next to me as I start to take off my other hose. He starts to fiddle with the hose, slowly moving it in between his fingers, letting it d**** over his pinky. I can feel his eyes clocking my now naked leg. A tension so thick you could cut it with a knife fills the room as I pull the other knee high off and set it on the floor.
I pause for a second and look over at Blaine. Those brown eyes are causing my heart to beat so fast I can almost feel myself start to pant. An eerie silence takes over both of us. I feel like he wants to ask me something, wants to do something, but he has no idea how to do or say it.
I see him start to clench the fist with the hose in it, as if resisting temptation. He makes a face of pure frustration as he flies up from the couch, throws my hose on the floor, and heads into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Perhaps we both need some cooling down as the temperature starts to rise in the room.
I get up off the couch and shadow him into the kitchen. I can tell by the way he’s acting something is up. He’s never acted like this before. He’s usually so comfortable with me, as I am with him, but tonight all I can feel is tension flowing through the air.
As he starts to pour himself a glass of water, I come up behind him and gently touch his shoulder, then slowly drag my hand down to his bicep. Rock solid. I give it a gentle, comforting squeeze, perhaps, teasing him a bit. I can feel my breathing already getting heavier as his hands begin to shake. He quickly slams the pitcher of water on the counter, trying to ignore the touch of my hand.
After I refuse to remove my hand from his bicep, he flips around and looks me in the eyes. The sudden movement startles me so I loosen my grip, but my hand remains on his bicep. I can feel it start to tense up a bit. He takes the backs of his fingers and runs them over my left cheek.
I can feel it coming. I can feel the tension growing. I can feel my heart racing as I stare deep into those eyes. I let out a huge sigh as I open my mouth to speak.
‘What’s wrong, Blaine?’
I can hear my voice quiver and crack as those words escape my mouth. He gently pushes me out of the way as he heads to the couch and sits down. He starts to rub one of his hands over his face as I stand in the kitchen and watch him. He looks over at me as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, causing Blaine to quickly look away. He takes his hand and starts to rub his eyes, and looks back over at me. As if the rubbing would cause the reality to fade away. The truth is I want him to see more, feel more, do more. I’m not quite sure how to tell him, so I keep my mouth shut.
I pull my tank top up as I bend over and pick my dress up off the floor, pull my shorts out of my crack, and start to walk towards the couch. (What, surprised I have underclothes on? I’m an actress - not a whore!) I glide my hand over the back of the leather recliner as I d**** my dress there. I continue to walk towards Blaine on the couch, finding myself clinching my fist just as hard as he was earlier.
Looking over in his general direction I sit down on the couch and put one foot up on the coffee table. I run my hand down over my calf and down to my foot. After the long day of shooting in six-inch stilettos, it feels nice to have my feet on a solid surface.
I pull my foot off the coffee table and let it hit the ground as I pull my other foot up onto the table. I can feel Blaine’s eyes clocking my legs again. Apparently he has a weakness for legs, which is something I’m not lacking. I stop rubbing my leg and take it down off the coffee table. With my head tilted towards my chest, I look over at Blaine only partially turning my head and moving my eyes in his direction. I can feel my tired bones begin to settle into his couch.
Our eyes lock, causing me to become entranced in his eyes. He stares back at me, which causes the already tense air between us to become thicker and thicker. Wanting to get a better view into those eyes, I slowly bring my chin up and stare deep into them. I can see the embers of questions burning deep inside those eyes, just waiting to be answered.
He turns to face me and places his right foot on the couch, under his butt. I start to notice his eyes have broken away from mine and have started jetting all over my face, as if noticing my every flaw. My hair, being the mess that it is, is beginning to fall in my face, so I brush it behind my ear and wipe my weary eyes.
(I give my eyes one more good wipe as not to wake myself up, Blaine has done a good job of that already, but to make sure I have no intruders of the eye boogie kind.)
After a few seconds I slowly start to move my hands from my face to my thigh. I feel my hair start to fall back onto my face; however, this time before I have a chance to Blaine gently takes his hand and brushes my hair back behind my ear. His hand lingers on my cheek for a second, and then he takes his hand off my face and places it in his lap. I can feel the questions burning deep in his heart as he begins to speak.
“Mac, do you ever think about us?”
I can tell by the way his voice quivers he’s as scared to hear the answer to that question as I am of answering it. I squint my eyes and break away from looking into his, only to be drawn back in; like a moth to a flame. I swallow hard as I begin to speak.
‘Do you mean romantically?’
I move one of my hands from my thigh onto his. Somehow I’ve missed the removing of his pants, and my hand lands on his bare knee. I look down to see my hand on his hairy knee, his flesh right underneath the tips of my fingers. I shake my head as my mind starts to cloud a bit. Blaine draws in a deep breath and begins to answer one of many questions lingering on this mind of mine.
“That’s exactly what I mean, Mac. You know, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I’ve been starting to develop these feelings for you; and these feelings I can’t quite describe properly.”
He takes my hand off his thigh, and takes both of my hands, one in either of his, interlacing his fingers with mine as he continues to speak.
“I wonder sometimes if I’m going crazy.”
He pauses for a second as he looks down at my hand and begins to runs his fingers over my unpolished fingernails.
“Is it the lack of sleep, lack of girlfriend, lack of feeling like I belong, all of the above?”
I take in a deep breath as I pull one of my hands away from his. This brings a look of defeat to his eyes. I slowly bring my hand up to his cheek, trembling with passion. I can feel the stubble starting to grow in underneath my fingertips, guess it’s been a longer day then either one of us have realized. I close my eyes, and open my mouth to speak.
‘Well if you’re crazy, then it must be contagious.’
I let out an awkward laugh and as he moves his hand from his thigh to on top of my hand.
‘I’ve been having feelings like that for a while.’
I pause for a second as the grip of his hand on my fingers becomes slightly tighter.
‘At first I wasn’t sure why. Even after hearing you say that, I’m still wondering if I’m crazy. All that I know is what I’m starting to feel for you is starting to confuse me.’
He looks me over as I am sitting here, not believing the words that are coming out of either one of our mouths. I let out a heavy sigh.
‘Honestly, Blaine, I’m relieved that all of this has come out in the open.’
I bite my bottom lip as I look away from his eyes for just a split second, trying to fool myself into thinking that maybe, just maybe this is the time I will be able to resist the temptation of looking back into those beautiful brown eyes. Thus my escape strategy fails, and I end up sucked right back in. I notice Blaine’s tongue jet out of his mouth and slightly graze his lips as he begins to speak.
“Well, Mac, there’s only one way to find out for sure how we feel for each other”
Our hands become intertwined again as he runs his free hand up and down my thigh.
My mouth drops open a bit, knowing exactly what he means by the look in his eyes. Trying not to make this obvious, I can feel my voice cracking as I speak.
‘What do you mean?’
I can feel the chills going up and down my spine, jolting through my entire body just from the grazing of his fingers up and down my thigh. I can feel his hand slipping underneath my shorts, gently grabbing my upper thigh as he cocks his head to one side. It’s amazing how with one touch of his fingers on my thigh I can already feel myself start to get wet.
The tension that filled the air earlier is starting to slowly turn into passion as I look deep into his eyes again, seeing a certain something ignite in them as he removes his hand from under my shorts and continues grazing my upper thigh.
“We can take this as slow or as fast as you want, Mac. If we start this and you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll stop. We just need to explore these feelings so we can figure things out.”
I feel my eyes start to flutter as he leans in to kiss me. He misses my mouth at first, which is just a reminder of how tired we really are. As he moves his lips from right below my lips onto them, I close my eyes and passionately kiss him back. A different kind of feeling takes over my body then every time I have kissed him before. This kiss is much less Hollywood, much more real life.
By now his hands have moved from my thigh to under my shirt, gliding all over my back. I can feel him fiddling with my sports bra as I feel his tongue slowly slip into my mouth. After what feels like an eternity of kissing, rubbing and groping he pulls away from my lips. He moves his hands from underneath my shirt and cuffs my face with them, staring deep into my eyes. I’m sure he can feel me shaking with every touch of his hand.
“You okay so far?”
He asks me, bumping his face right up against mine. So different, Blaine is. So caring, so gentle, wanting to make sure I’m okay.
Instead of speaking, because at this point any words that came out of my mouth would be incoherent, I shoot him a devilish smile before thrusting myself onto his lips for another round of tonsil hockey. He moves his foot onto the floor as he gently wraps one of his arms around me.
He slowly starts to lower me to the couch, being careful to take his time and make sure I’m comfortable. I can feel my back start to curl up towards Blaine, trying to push my body as close to his as humanly possible. My hands start to wander all up and down his back. At this point the shakes are uncontrollable. It’s hard to determine if it’s him or me shaking as if our bodies have merged into one.
He pulls away again and starts to caress my neck. I let out an audible moan. He pauses for a second, apparently loving the sound of me moaning, and places his hands under my shirt as he continues to kiss my neck, and lightly grabs one of my breasts through the sports bra. I let out another moan, this one slightly louder then the first one, causing him to squeeze my breast even harder as I fall deeper and deeper into his kiss.
He moves his hand back down to my stomach as he stops kissing my neck. Our eyes lock as his hand slips under my bra. Never losing eye contact I start to breath heavier as he pulls my breasts out of the bra.
Straddling me on the couch, I notice his dick is hard at this point. I reach out with one of my hands to play with the bulge through his shorts. He quickly but gently pushes my hand down onto the couch, takes my top, as well as my bra, completely off in one fatal swoop. He begins massaging my breasts as I feel my heart about to beat out of my chest.
He moves his body further down the couch and moves so he is no longer straddling me. I let one of my legs dangle off the couch as he wedges himself in between my leg and the other one.
He closes his eyes and slowly lets his tongue drag from my naval to in-between my breasts while his hands are busy massaging them. Then he comes back up to kiss me and starts to pull on my left nipple. As he does this I playfully bite his lip and let out a yelp. I can feel my body temperature climbing higher and higher as he rubs my breasts harder and harder.
We lock eyes as he slowly moves his hands from my breasts down to my thighs, his fingertips exploring my every curve. I spread my legs and allow his wandering hands to begin to visit the forbidden wings of my temple.
With a firm grip on either side of my shorts, he begins to pull them down toward the edge of the couch. I lift my ass up off the couch as his fingers drag across the sides of my panties and upper thighs until my shorts end up pulled off and in his hand. I lower myself back down on the couch and readjust. He takes the shorts and drops them on the ground right as his tongue starts to run up and down my stomach.
He allows his tongue to do more exploring all over my stomach, and in between my breasts. He draws his tongue back into his mouth for a second to get it wet, and then drags it over my stomach again, up to my breasts, allowing it to land on my right areola.
My breathing becomes heavier and deeper as I feel one of his hands run up and down my inner thigh, playing with my panties. He wraps the band around his finger as he enjoys sucking on my nipple. I’m sure he can feel and hear my heart about to pound right out of my chest as he blows on my nipple, causing very noticeable goose bumps to appear on my body, and my nipple to become erect.
He licks my nipple one more time before his fingers slowly begin to remove my panties. My body starts to tremble as I move my feet out of the panties and watch him toss them on the floor.
The last bit of clothing that lingers on either of our bodies is his blue and white striped boxers he has on, but won’t let me remove. I watch my panties as they land near my shorts on the floor. I bite my lip and start to giggle a bit, actually feeling nervous about laying here completely nude in front of Blaine.
Without any further distractions, Blaine grabs me up off the couch. I start to wrap my legs around his waist as he passionately kisses me all the way around the couch, through the living room, and up the stairs, making our final destination the bedroom. Without either one of us saying a word, Blaine lays me down in the center of the bed.
I draw in a deep breath with much anticipation of learning what it feels like to have him all over my body.
The feeling of his hot breath on my inner thigh heightens the mood as he drags his tongue up and down my inner thighs. By the way he is looking up at me while doing so he knows just as well as I do he is teasing me with every swipe.
His tongue finally makes its way from my thigh up to the front of my freshly shaven pussy. He moves his tongue from the front of my pussy and trails up my stomach, up over my breasts to my nipple, up my neck and finally makes its way back to my mouth. Kissing me harder and stronger then previous, he lets his hand start to make its way down my thighs and stomach, exploring my every curve.
He moves his hands from my inner thigh to the outside of my pussy lips, running his slightly cold fingers up and down my slit, making me hotter and wetter with anticipation. He rolls his fingers over my clit one more time before allowing the tips of his fingers to gently enter my glory hole.
I buck and start to moan as he looks up at me. He stops moving his fingers and takes them out of my wet hole for a second, and raises an eyebrow at me. I look back down at him, wondering why he must stop now.
“You alright, Mac?”
He lets his fingers linger right outside my hole as he says this. He lowers his eyebrows as mine rise at his question.
‘Do I seem like I’m alright? I know you can tell my pussy’s wet.’
I lower my eyebrow as I notice a smirk coming over his face. He grabs me by the thighs and pulls me closer to him, allowing his fingers to go deeper inside me. I close my eyes and buck again. No sooner had I done this he gently takes his free hand and pushes me towards the bed, trying to keep me from bucking.
The faster and harder his fingers move inside me, the faster and harder I start panting. I let out a squeal as I feel my body start to approach my moment of glory. Right before I cum, Blaine pulls his fingers out of me, grabs me by the thighs and backs up towards the edge of the bed. After he puts his feet on the ground he pulls me close to the edge, kissing me all the way down my chest, stomach and thighs, until his tongue lands in my slit.
I let my feet dangle over either one of his shoulders as he begins to eat me out. I can feel my body tense up as he starts to harden and soften his tongue in my slit. He flutters his tongue over my clitoris, which sends me into an uncontrollable state of panting and moaning.
I move my feet from his shoulders to up in the air. I take my legs and spread them open as far as I can as I move closer to the edge of the bed. This sends a different kind of sensation all through my body as he sticks his tongue deep inside my hole.
The harder I pant and louder I moan, the faster his tongue goes and the more tricks he pulls out from his nonexistent sleeves. I can feel his tongue slowly come out of my hole and up to my clitoris.
I close my mouth for a second and swallow hard as I feel his middle finger make its way into my tight hole. I feel my body wanting to buck, so I keep myself on the bed as I feel my hole close around his fingers.
He continues to move his tongue back and forth over my clit, in synch with his fingers, making me crazier with every motion. Harder and harder I pant, faster and faster he goes until I’m ready to lose my mind.
Right before I cum, I motion for him to stop. He looks up at me, slightly confused as to why I would choose to forfeit at this point in the game. He puts his tongue back in his mouth and pulls his fingers out of me, and gazes up into my eyes.
“Is everything alright, Mac?”
I laugh uncomfortably as I try to catch my breath to form words.
‘Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just about to cum.’
Blaine cocks his head to one side as he runs his hands over my inner thigh.
“What’s keeping you from doing so?”
I can feel my cheeks start to blush as I look down at him.
‘I don’t want to do it in your mouth! That’s not polite!’
He shakes his head at me as he puts his fingers back into my hole.
“Fuck polite!”
He starts to run his tongue back over my clit and speed his fingers up inside me. I can feel myself wrapping even tighter around his fingers as I start to moan and pant again. I look down at him as he looks up at me and I buck up on the bed, squealing and moaning as my moment comes.
After my moment passes I fall limp on the bed, completely speechless and unable to move. He moves his fingers a couple more times inside of me, then removes them from me. He moves his tongue from my clit to deep inside my hole, as if trying to sop up every trace of juice left inside my body.
Blaine starts to slowly move his head up my body. He looks me in the eyes, then closes his eyes and kisses me. I take my fingers and run the through his hair as he kisses me hard. He stops for a second and looks me in the eyes again as I start to catch my breath.
“How did that feel?”
By this point Blaine has started to pant as well. I stare back deep into his eyes, trying to find a way to get my mouth to say what my brain is trying to convey, although I’m sure by the look in my eyes he already knows the answer to that question. My heartbeat starts to slow down slightly as I muster up enough courage to speak.
‘No one has ever made me cum that hard before.’
My voice is shaky as those last words fly off the tip of my tongue. I scoot back up onto the center of the bed as Blaine crawls up on top of me.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
A different kind of look shows up in Blaine’s eyes that I have never seen before. He crawls off top of me and begins to play with the waistband of his boxers. I take in a deep breath as Blaine starts to tease me by pulling his boxers down slowly.
I bite my lip and watch his boxers as he starts to pull the waistband down. Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting all night for. As he folds the fabric down and begins to reveal his happy trail, I become impatient.
‘Here, Blaine, let me help you with those.’
I sit up and jerk his boxers down to the bed, his erect shaft nearly hitting me in the face as it pops out of its hiding place.
Blaine’s eyes become wide as he falls onto the bed, sticking his feet in my direction as I grab his boxers and pull them off and run my hands over his hairy legs, turning me on to the point of no return. He kneels onto the bed as I throw his boxers on the floor, he laughs at me as I grab hold of his shaft.
“Why don’t you tell me what you really want, Mac?”
The laughter quickly turns to moans as I grab his shaft tighter and start moving my hand up and down.
‘Why must I tell you, can’t I show you?’
Without waiting for an answer I grab his massive shaft and start pleasuring him as he has done to me. By the way he is closing his eyes and beginning to pant, I can tell he is enjoying the feeling of my hand on his cock almost as much as I am enjoying the feeling of his cock in my hand.
I scoot myself down the bed to get my face near his massive shaft. Blaine also readjusts, making it easier for both of us to do what we want to do. I look up at him and grab a hold of his shaft again, and start stroking it towards my face. I allow my mouth to come open slightly as he reaches down and starts running his fingers through my hair. I move my head down towards his shaft again as I continue to jerk him off. I begin to run my tongue over the tip of his massive shaft, causing it to throb as I do so. I take one more lick of the tip of his shaft before I look back up at him.
‘Time to get this party started, huh?’
Before I even get an answer I place the tip of his cock into my mouth and wrap my lips around it. I allow my tongue to escape my mouth while I go up and down on his massive shaft, licking while I suck on it. The grip he has on my hair becomes tighter and tighter as I try to please him harder and harder.
I can feel my pussy becoming even moister from excitement as he gently tugs on my hair and I look up into his eyes with his cock in my mouth. I take my hand and place it in between his legs. Blaine readjusts as I do this, allowing me the perfect amount of space to get to his balls. I go in for a deep throat as I gently grab his balls, causing him to start moaning.
I love the sound of him moaning. I love making him moan, hearing him moan, watching his facial expressions while he moans. Everything about the way he moans makes me hot. Before I am able to fully please him, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and throws me face up on the bed. I wipe my mouth off right before he starts to kiss me.
I move one of my hands up to his hair and start running my fingers through it while one of his hands starts to wander in between my legs. I love the feeling of his hands lingering on my body.
He never loses eye contact with me as he moves his hand from my pussy and grabs my leg. He takes my leg and throws it over his shoulder as he strokes his massive cock. He briefly looks down at my pussy only long enough to guide his shaft to it.
He moves his cock all over my pussy lips and inner thigh, finally making its way to my clitoris. My pussy is throbbing beyond control at this point as he continues to rub the tip of his shaft on my clit.
With each stroke he moves his cock closer and closer to my hole, until he is about to enter me. He rests his cock right at the entrance of my hole, looking deep into my eyes.
“Mac, are you ready for this?”
I stare at him, unable to catch my breath for a second. Then, without any hesitation, I swallow and draw in a deep breath.
‘Ready as I’ll ever be.’
He gently glides his shaft deep inside my wet pussy. This moment is better then I ever thought it would be. The feeling of my tight glory hole wrapping around his massive shaft while he beings to move faster and thrusting deeper inside me is more then I can handle. I being to buck again and moan as he places his hand on one of my breasts.
My moans turn to grunts as I throw my head back and let out a scream that I’m sure has awaken every stray dog in the neighborhood. I gain composure back as he begins to speed up his thrusting. Back and forth, deeper and deeper inside me as I being moaning again.
He slows down his thrusts and makes his movements more profound. He moves his cock deep inside me, and then pulls it slowly back out. The way that cock feels going in and out of my pussy is indescribable. I try to keep my moans to a minimum as he goes even deeper inside my pussy. I can feel my pussy throb again as I cum.
Blaine pulls out of me right as he grabs my leg and drags his tongue all over it. He brings his tongue back into his mouth only long enough to wet it, and starts licking from my calf down to my feet. I wiggle my toes a little bit and keep myself from giggling as he runs his tongue over my toes.
He slightly pushes me away from him, grabs me by the hips and flips me over so I am on my stomach. I peer at him over my shoulder as I catch him eyeing the winged tattoo in the middle of my lower back. After getting me in the position he wants, he gently runs his fingers over my lower back and grabs my buttcheek.
“Mmmm, I like it decorated.”
He brings his mouth to my ass and begins to lick my cheeks as I giggle a bit. He playfully bites my ass and spanks me as he licks his way all the way up to my ear.
“Put that ass in the air for me.”
I look back at him as he slithers his way back down my body. I look back as I scoot my ass in the air, watching him lick his hand and stroke his massive rod. I curl my back and grab my breasts as my elbows support my weight on the bed.
I let my breasts go as I feel Blaine slip his glory stick back inside my snatch. My hands start to claw at the bed as I start to rock my body in synch with his. I never knew it was it was possible for a man to get that deep inside me. After a few seconds we both start to pant as I look back at him. I’m starting to notice the beads of sweat forming on his face, which turns me on beyond belief. I bite my lips as he starts to stare at my tattoo again. I move head to shake my hair out of my face as I let out a light moan.
‘I gotta give you something to stare at while you’re fucking me.’
He starts to moan as I lean my body up against his with my back flat against his stomach. He starts to kiss my neck as he speeds his thrusts up even more, causing me to squeal as he grabs my breasts.
After gently biting my neck he moves his hands from my breasts to my stomach, letting them trail around to my back. He gently pushes my face down towards the bed as his hands find their way back to my hips. He begins to pull my hips closer to his, then gently pushes me away. As I begin to get in synch with his movements again, he moves one of his hands from my hips to my ass. I moan as he gives my cheek a big squeeze.
I can feel my pussy tighten up again as I cum. I let my pussy tighten around his cock as he rears his hand back and smacks my ass. The moment his hand makes contact with my flesh again I let out I fierce moan and start to claw at the bed.
Caught up in the euphoria of the feelings he is making my body feel, I loosen my grip on the bed as he continues to ram his shaft deep inside my hole. Having no control of the next sentence coming out of my mouth, I moan.
‘Fucking spank me, Blaine. I’ve been a naughty little girl.’
Not even believing what just came out of my mouth, I feel Blaine rear his hand back a little further, and give my ass another good smack. The sweat that was on his face earlier drips down onto my lower back as I realize I, too, am in a pool of sweat. He continues to spank me as I feel his body start to tense up, he lets out a couple moans as he pulls out of my pussy.
“I’m cumming.”
I quickly flip myself around and look him in the eyes as I move my head down towards his cock. I take my hand and tightly squeeze his shaft as I feel it start to pulsate. I loosen up my grip as I feel the hot, creamy liquid shoot into my mouth. I think I’m enjoying the taste of his glory almost as much as he is enjoying the feeling my pussy has just caused him.
I let my hand drop down onto the bed as I look deep into his eyes. He seems a bit stunned by what just transpired, as am I. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he crawls down on the bed to kiss me.
He stops kissing me as I flip myself onto my side and stare deep into his eyes as we both come down off our highs. I wish I could find the correct words to describe what it feels like staring into the eyes laying next to you and knowing this is where you belong.
I grab the sheet and pull it up over both of us. Blaine takes his hand and moves my hair out of my face as I feel myself start to drift off into much needed sleep.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly how we met. But a girl can dream, right?
XO, Mac
Annalisa
- 16.03.2022
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